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Word Hinged Desire

There she standswith her beautiful, darksoft shaded hands.Filling my earswith her fearsand shit,telling about lifeand what to do with it.She’s distortedbut focused,demeanor is hopeless. Life is one thingand somehowshe knows this.

She twirlsand sings,sans diamond rings,and I got thisthingfor her.For sureI want this blurto go away.The eyes have it today.And they trace their wayacross the softcurves of her roads.

In her handshe holds a single white rose.She believesit’s destiny.I believe it’s death to me.I believeit doesn’t have love’s positionwith its lack of colorand thorny disposition.

She just smilesand setsdown the rose and getsher folder.Can I hold her?She’s 10,000 miles away.

Give me a breakdear lord!can’t you see her on the floor?As she poursand poursher soul into words.Rounds her nouns into herdsof spotted sentencesand striped blurbs.

The pageis a mess;but her penmust be blessed.Because the thoughtsexpressedprogressundressthen regressback in time.Epic fantasysublime.I wish she was mine.I wishall the...

time!...I don’t haveto do this math.It’s half againthis fifth of ginbefore I stumble in.And sin one can’t win;but she fills her pages.